Page 50 of His Dad Will Do
The thing I like best about sucking Logan’s dick—especially when he’s in charge of it—is how my brain just quits working while he’s fucking my face. I don’t have to think about anything while he’s battering my throat and holding me still. All my worries drift away and there’s nothing but the musky scent and tangy taste of him that blocks out everything else.
Except for one thought. When Logan lets me up to breathe, I manage to wheeze out, “Red.”
Logan goes absolutely still and his hands immediately drop to his sides on the sofa. There’s a pearl of fluid beading up at his slit, but he hauls in a deep breath, blows it out, and says, “Okay. Good boy.”
I think he means that it’s good that I remembered the stoplight system he suggested we use. Because I hope that he doesn’t think it’s good that I stopped blowing him right before he got to come. But I stopped for a reason and I just need to catch my breath to explain it to him.
I brace my hand on his thigh while I drag in a couple of deep breaths. My jaw aches in the best way and my throat is sore like I hope it will be a whole lot in the future. I get to have this whenever I want. Me on my knees before my Daddy. Him fucking my face and my ass whenever he decides to.
And that’s exactly why I called red.
“I don’t mean I want to stop,” I say. My voice is wrecked—another thing I hope happens a lot in the future. “I just…” I cough a few times and swallow down the lump in my throat. “I want you to come inside me. I know you said it didn’t matter that you didn’t get to earlier, but I want to feel you like that.”
Daddy cups my face in his hand and his thumb rubs just under my eye. “I didn’t say it didn’t matter,” he murmurs. “Just that it wasn’t a problem. Considering the circumstances, I’d be a pretty shitty Daddy if I blamed you for not being able to come inside you the last time.”
“Then let’s have a do over. We can pretend it’s the first time and hopefully, we won’t be interrupted again.”
He snorts. “I suspect Lance won’t be showing up here without warning again.”
I’m still having trouble thinking about Lance without getting annoyed at him, but the pain is way less. He can have his meaningless blow jobs. I have my Daddy.
Who’s lifting me to my feet and steering me to the stairs and I let the butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of Logan fucking me again flap away the last bit of anger at Lance.
When we get to his room, Daddy strips my clothes off and points to the bed. “On your back, boy, arms overhead.”
I climb onto the bed, giving my ass a little shimmy as I do so, in the hopes that Daddy will spank me. He does, because he’s the best Daddy in the world, but only once on each cheek. I lay down in the middle of the big bed and Logan goes to the nightstand.
He takes the lube from the drawer and sets it on the surface with a solid thump. He fishes a condom out, then looks at me with the foil package tucked between his fingers. “Are you okay with me bare?”
More than anything. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
He tosses the condom back into the drawer and picks up the thin ropes he’d brought in the last time we were here. “I know you’ll be a very good boy, but I want to tie you up. How do you feel about that?”
“Green, Daddy. Like Elphaba from Wicked green.”
He grabs my wrists and matches them together in front of my chest, then wraps a doubled length of rope around my wrists. “Put your elbows together,” he orders me.
I comply and the way my arms drag over my nipple rings, plus the anticipation of getting tied up, makes my dick jump. He wraps the rope around my wrists twice, then crosses the ends, and drapes the folded end between my hands and over the wraps around my wrists. He makes a loop with the trailing ends and tucks the folded ends through the loop, between my hands again, under the top set of wraps, and through the loop a second time.
He tugs on the trailing ends of the rope and tightens down the knot he’s just made. “Wiggle your fingers for me, baby.”
I do and they move easily. The rope is stiff and firm around my wrists but not compressing the blood flow to my fingers or the nerves in my wrists. I feel secure and safe within the bonds my Daddy made.
He pulls my arms up and over my head and secures the trailing ends of the rope to the headboard. The bed has four tall posts and the headboard and footboard have railings with vertical poles. Perfect for tying someone up in a bunch of different ways. I wonder how many boys Logan’s tied up here before me, but then I push that thought away. It doesn’t matter. He’s mine now and everything he’s done this weekend shows that he wants only me.
And I want him so freaking bad.
He’s not done tying me up, though, apparently. He wraps another doubled length of rope around each ankle and secures the knots similar to how he did my wrists. Then he kneels up on the bed, grabs my right leg and bends it at the knee until my foot is planted snug against my ass. I can’t see what he’s doing very well, but I can feel his warm hands on my thigh and ankle and the rope sliding across my skin. He spirals the rope from my ankle around my thigh three times and does something to tuck the wraps together on the inside of my leg.
Then he does the same with my left leg and sits back on his heels to assess his handiwork. There’s that tiny smile he gets when he looks at me and I just…settle. I’m splayed open to him, my dick lying hard and heavy on my stomach, my hole on display, and I can’t do anything to stop him from taking me any way he wants.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
“Such a pretty boy for me,” Daddy murmurs. He puts his hands on my knees, adjusts my legs a smidge, and I relax into the ropes that hold me tight. He slides his hands down the inside of my thighs, bumping over the rope wraps, until he reaches my groin. He brackets my dick and balls with his big hands, tucks his thumbs behind my sac, and bends to blow a warm breath on the underside of my aching shaft.
Then he slides down the bed until his head is between my spread legs, lifts my balls out of the way, and licks a hot, wet stripe over my hole.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” I moan.
